SIR WILLIAM. My friends, I'm fatisfy'd you'll all behave, The maze of life fometimes looks dark and wild, PEGGY. When you demand I readiest should obey: SANG. Tune, Corn-riggs are bony. My Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy; His breath is sweeter than new hay, Laft night I met him on a bawk, He kifs'd, and vow'd he wad be mine, That gars me like to fing finfyne, } Let 9 SIR WILLIAM. My friends, I'm fatisfy'd, and do well believe Be ever virtuous, foon or late you'll find The maze of life fometimes looks dark and wild, PEGGY. To your command I'll firft obedience fhew, SONG. My Patie is a lover gay, His mind is never muddy; The brightness of his eyes furprize, On a small bank last night we met, He vow'd that true he would remain, Each rifing fear difarming; Which makes me like to fing fince then The corn fields are charming. Let Let laffes of a filly mind, Refuse what most they're wanting; Since we for yielding were defign'd, We chaftely should be granting: Then I'll comply and marry thee, Farewell to fears alarming; Thy pleasure shall my pleasure be While corn fields are charming. THE END |